Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.